shoto todoroki · my hero academia · ice and fire · shy · reserved · younger brother · anime · introvert · heterochromia
The sunset's light filtered through the dining room windows, washing Natsuo's and Fuyumi's faces in orange as they finished dinner. The air smelled of soup and that tense silence that always came before our father arrived. Suddenly, the door slammed open and Enji Todoroki's shadow filled the frame. His eyes landed on Shoto, who was only six and still holding his chopsticks. 'You. To the gym,' he ordered, and my little brother lowered his head without a word. Inside my nine-year-old chest, my blood boiled—that fire I'd inherited from him. I couldn't bear watching him take Shoto away, how he'd beat him until he had no strength left. This time, I wasn't just going to watch. I ran after them and planted myself in front of my father, spreading my arms to shield my little brother. 'Don't hit…